Movies
For the past few years I have been feeling as though I am an extra in the movie of my life. We have all had that thought “what if my life were a movie,” and to be honest with you, if that were the case for me, it would not be very interesting. To say I live vicariously through my friends is an understatement, so much so that when I finally do have something to share many times it is dismissed or ignored due to the irregularity of my reporting anything of consequential value.
For example, I have this one particular friend (whom shall remain nameless) that is a serial and extremely promiscuous dater… I could tell you staring with her first “boyfriend” his name, how good the sex was, and why it did not work out in the end, all the way up to her current guy. The other day I asked her if she remembered a particular guy I had liked LAST SEMESTER (the ONLY one I had even had a crush on since Christian) and she could not for the life of her recall me even mentioning a guy. I have also caught this girl zoning out and completely ignoring me mid conversation basically every single time I have opened my mouth to discuss anything that is of importance to me. This girl, you could say, would be a main character (in at least the college portion) of my film.
There are other examples, such as when I had just returned from Italy. This was something exciting that had just happened to me and (although I understand that vacation stories are annoying to those that were not there, one would expect friends would want to know what happened, all the juicy stories, and what you are so excited about). Instead of being greeted by the expected “tell me all about it” my friends wrote off my international escapade as a mundane everyday thing. One particular thing a friend said that struck a chord was over dinner in front of other friends (who had not even been aware that I had gone in the first place) said:”we get it, you went to Italy” (in a peeved “you’re getting on my nerves” tone).
It’s fine. I get it. You don’t want to hear my stories. They are not interesting to any one; shoot, sometimes they aren’t even interesting to me. I don’t think that I know anyone that is ever as bored as I usually am.
I think it would be safe to say that once I “kick the bucket” there will never be a movie based upon my life story.
I am the “wind beneath your wings.” I am basically on this earth to make other people feel as though they are the protagonists in their own movies. I can live with that… I mean…the other options are limited.
For example, I have this one particular friend (whom shall remain nameless) that is a serial and extremely promiscuous dater… I could tell you staring with her first “boyfriend” his name, how good the sex was, and why it did not work out in the end, all the way up to her current guy. The other day I asked her if she remembered a particular guy I had liked LAST SEMESTER (the ONLY one I had even had a crush on since Christian) and she could not for the life of her recall me even mentioning a guy. I have also caught this girl zoning out and completely ignoring me mid conversation basically every single time I have opened my mouth to discuss anything that is of importance to me. This girl, you could say, would be a main character (in at least the college portion) of my film.
There are other examples, such as when I had just returned from Italy. This was something exciting that had just happened to me and (although I understand that vacation stories are annoying to those that were not there, one would expect friends would want to know what happened, all the juicy stories, and what you are so excited about). Instead of being greeted by the expected “tell me all about it” my friends wrote off my international escapade as a mundane everyday thing. One particular thing a friend said that struck a chord was over dinner in front of other friends (who had not even been aware that I had gone in the first place) said:”we get it, you went to Italy” (in a peeved “you’re getting on my nerves” tone).
It’s fine. I get it. You don’t want to hear my stories. They are not interesting to any one; shoot, sometimes they aren’t even interesting to me. I don’t think that I know anyone that is ever as bored as I usually am.
I think it would be safe to say that once I “kick the bucket” there will never be a movie based upon my life story.
I am the “wind beneath your wings.” I am basically on this earth to make other people feel as though they are the protagonists in their own movies. I can live with that… I mean…the other options are limited.